When my child sighs In distant shores… It brings tears to my eyes. She misses her child, But her separation is mild… A matter of a few hours.

My child, alas, is so far away… I cannot wipe her eyes. In matters of a mother’s love, I am not very wise. My arms ache for my child Quite as much as hers for her own; I’d like to rise above My emotions, and say I’m practical. But I’m wild… I’m not missing her alone But her child as well… They’ve both cast a spell Over my heart…. It’s tough…living apart.